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Below are samples of Harrison’s poetry. These poems are available on a CD, titled, Life, Love, and the Unity of Being, read by Richard Yonge, with music by Frederick Clarke and narrations by the author. The price of the CD is $14.95 USD. If you are interested in purchasing the CD, please e-mail the author by clicking here. Be sure to include “poetry CD” in the subject heading.
In addition to the printed poems below, by clicking on the following links, you may hear the Author reading Who I Am, (track 24 of the CD) as well as Looking at a Mountain In Canada, (Track 5 of the CD) read by Richard Yonge.
EX UNO PLURES
And with that last primordial spark (Unknowable instant of infinite sun), The worldly heart was born torn apart, Hurled in pieces through eternal dark To long, and to long, and to long, to be one.
Living’s the skin of unplumbed dreams: A slender surface borne from the deep, Sounding the echoes of one heart beat, And pulsing to birth from unclotted stains, Ten billion lovers with numberless names.
What else is this I sense inside myself? Shardy scents of a splintered whole, Kindled to sense by all kindred Soul: A fragrant white that pierces to sight, A sweet mothy flight seeking the sun –The essence of Being Itself.
The following headline appeared on the front page of the September 14, 1995 edition of the San Francisco Chronicle: “AUTOMATION, E-MAIL, ENCOURAGE ISOLATION –A LESS SOCIAL SOCIETY IS BECOMING SHY.” The story summarized the findings of a university study about increasing social isolation, reading in part: “Growing numbers of those people standing silently in line at the ATM and pumping their own self service gas are probably victims of America’s ‘silent, anonymous epidemic”:
A TALE OF LIFE IN AMERICAor JOHN ALONE
John Alone awoke To his radio clock (Long after the sun arose but his blinds were closed And there was nothing else to wake him).
John Alone showered and dressed And listened to the radio. He heard how hard the traffic was, and so John Alone took the subway car in silence (no one talked to him).
John Alone waited at the ATM, While others did their business; And then when John Alone arrived At his comfy cubicle He read his ready E-Mail And listened to his messages, While upon the desk he heard the whirring of his FAX.
And then John Alone listened to the Recorded Message Option menu So thoughtfully provided by his correspondent. And went he went to pay his overdue computer generated bill, John Alone’s Answering Machine spoke clearly to the callers Who did not know the number of his beeper.
And after John had left his messages in return, He turned to do his business, Processing words as well he could.
His silent day’s work done, John Alone returned to his subway seat and rode back home in silence. John Alone found it hard to choose Whether he should watch TV tonight Or play computer bridge. So he chewed upon the thought And dined upon his microwave, A special Cordon Bleu Of filet in shallot gravy, And fell asleep to dream Of flesh and blood and maybe. Then John Alone awoke To his radio clock (Long after the sun arose, but his eyes were closed And there was nothing else to wake him).
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